Come As You Are

My opportunities to attend daily Mass have been very limited lately, so when I had the chance today, I grabbed it.
I had the day all planned out. I’d go to Mass, pick up a coffee (I have a coupon that expires today, and far be it from me to waste a coupon), head to Little Brother’s school for his morning test, do the food shopping, return for the lunchtime test and then be home for 2 1/2 gloriously quiet hours until it was time to pick him up.
As I scribbled out a shopping list, the phone rang. It was the school, at 8:20 AM. Not a good sign. And there was Little Brother on the other end, calling to tell me that a classmate has brought homemade birthday treats for both snack time and lunchtime.
Oh, joy.
The best-laid plans went right out the window with that news, as I hurriedly packed up my kitchen scale and calorie king book and planned to spend the morning at school once again.
But I still wanted to get to Mass, so I finished packing my tote bag for school and made it out the door just in time. As I got out of the car in the church parking lot, I realized that I’d never changed my clothes. I was still running around in the yoga pants I’d put on after my shower, figuring I would change just before leaving the house, like I always do.
But that phone call, which was the right call for my kid to make, got me sidetracked.
I went to Mass anyway.
While I generally don’t leave the house in yoga pants, much less wear them to church, I needed the grace of Mass today more than I needed to bow to my inner fashion police.
Today I am grateful that I got there.
When Jesus said, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavily burdened,” I’m pretty sure He meant “come as you are.”
I’ll be better-dressed next time, but I am so grateful for the moments in which my soul found rest this morning.
As to the food shopping, it can wait until after lunch.

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2 thoughts on “Come As You Are

  1. Loving your blog! My fashion rule for yoga pants is to wear a decent sweater and a pretty scarf, then no one notices that I am wearing yoga pants to work. This year I have put on a bit of weight due to some medication I needed to take and all of my regular pants hurt my tummy, I refuse to buy all new pants for the short term so yoga pants it is. Amazing what a difference comfortable pants makes!
    God Bless,
    Melaina

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    • What’s funny is that I dress the reverse way. Since my 2 surgeries for endometriosis, I’ve had trouble wearing pants (with a waistband) for any length of time as well, so I got in the habit of wearing yoga pants around here, along with whatever top I plan to wear for the day (No sweaters–menopause has removed those from my wardrobe!) When I have to leave the house, I change from the waist down.

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